When I was in school and aged six I drew welsh dragons with red crayon for
St David's day. Then I went home and ate welsh cakes hot off the bake
stone. this was all great fun at the time, but it was a first lesson about
my roots in Welsh History.
St David's day is all about roots, family, History and a knowledge of where
you come from. It's our "Pedigree" and its our pride in our Ancestors.
I'm sure that St Patrick's day in America is just the same.
I bet you that the Irish-Americans celebrate the 4th of July with as much
pride as they do St Patrick's Day.
Pride in our Pedigree or nationality can only be given to us at the knee of
our mothers and never sold to us in the form of Plastic shamrocks that play
Danny Boy ( as made in Hong Kong ) or any form of commercial jingoism.
Being able to recite your heritage sets us apart from the animals. before
written word came spoken word. before History books came Family and
Community History handed down from grandmother to daughter to grand
So if your in a country that has history made up of an influx of peoples
from many lands over a short few generations it is natural to remember the
heritage of your family.
Being in a new country does not mean that you should forget your roots. many
people find themselves if far off countries for many reasons, famine, the
need for work or persecution of who we are.
As a race we all label people to differentiate one from another. Here in
Wales it would be, "Dai ( David) the milk" or "Dai the post". in England it
would be David the Welsh man that delivers the milk etc.
Then for some people it would be "My Family fought for King Henry VII and
was given all this land" ( in Ireland) they might think of themselves as
being English even thought the Family has lived and died in Ireland for six
The point I think I am trying to make is that when I was living in Wales I
knew I was Welsh and therefore had other defining qualities, like that blond
bloke who's always working in his garden. when I moved to live and work in
London I became that Welsh man who always talks to the neighbours when he's
working in his garden.
I didn't change but other peoples way of looking at me changed.
Because of this treatment by others I embraced it and became more Welsh than
I had when I lived in Wales. I had Parties on St David's day and cooked
Welsh food for hords of people.
now I'm back in Wales I just wear my Daffodil if I remember on St David's
I know a Scots Family that has one Kilt between three sons, the kilt was
always kept by the son who was in England and not the two in Edinbrough.
when that brother moved back to Scotland it was given to the Grandson of
one of the sisters who now lives in England.
A person has to have roots, and just as a daisy planted in a rose bed will
never become a rose,and its offspring will always be dasies, a celt will
teach a child its family history and create a celt by default.
Son Of Margaret
Daughter of Agnes
Daughter of Rhian
Daughter of Megan
Daughter of Mary etc. etc.etc